Before yesterday’s Krewe du Vieux parade, I saw a cat enter a bar (Molly’s), plop itself up on a barstool and get served a drink. And that wasn’t even the strangest thing I saw last night.
I was *just* telling M. about how much I love the two weekends before Mardi Gras in Nola — specifically, the Krewe de Vieux parade.
And this, my friends, is why…
missed it this year, but last year was a blast in a glass
(via noraleah)
